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Graham is sitting in a corner of the Market, alone, trying not to be horribly depressed.
It had been bad enough when his friends had made fun because he wasn't talking. It hadn't gotten any better when he'd tried talking to them mind to mind; that'd scared more than a few of them and the rest had told him he was showing off. The they'd noticed the choker and the armlet and despite telling something like the truth... well, they'd called him a liar.
He hated this.
That's why he was sitting near Hammersmith's booth, trying to think about it. Because if he went back to Da's booth looking upset, it'd just upset him too.
It had been bad enough when his friends had made fun because he wasn't talking. It hadn't gotten any better when he'd tried talking to them mind to mind; that'd scared more than a few of them and the rest had told him he was showing off. The they'd noticed the choker and the armlet and despite telling something like the truth... well, they'd called him a liar.
He hated this.
That's why he was sitting near Hammersmith's booth, trying to think about it. Because if he went back to Da's booth looking upset, it'd just upset him too.